Wet

See how things heated up unexpectedly between Gen and Kent in the previous story...

Gen licked the corner of her lip and she could still taste a bit of the tangy delicious tomato sauce Kent had made. His place reminded her a lot of hers which was not that surprising because he lived close to her, and when she had been to other people’s apartments in their neighborhood they had looked similar to hers as well.

They sat down to dinner after he grabbed some candles from about his apartment. None of them were pretty — they were all melted clumps that looked like he had them in case there was a blackout. But they looked pretty when he lit them and poured a glass of wine for her.

Dinner was filled with ambiance and they easily ignored what she thought she had felt while she was at the cafe with him earlier drinking beer and eating tater tots. Kent offered to walk her back home, she insisted he did not need to but he walked her home anyway.

Now here she was licking her lips and looking up at him.

“Thank you for walking me home, I could have gotten lost in that couple of blocks back here!” she grinned.

“I am a gentleman, I could not have let a lady go home by herself no matter how close by she lives.” He kissed her cheek.

Gen kissed his cheek back and he hugged her. It felt nice to be in his arms, but they did not linger because that was not what they were. They were friends and colleagues, and that was it.

She closed the door and walked into her apartment where she slipped out of her slippers and started to take everything off. Gen had a bouquet of floral scented candles that she lit that were much prettier than Kent’s. An array of scents including gardenia which she loved especially. Her apartment filled with the gardenia scent as her phone showed messages.

From Kent.

From Duncan.

And she had a new match on the app.

Trace.

Gen felt that she needed to see what the new match had to say because she was not ready to dwell on any one guy at this point. She just wanted to get out more and test the waters.

Trace’s profile was sexy, she sent him a blowing a kiss emoji.

Kent texted to make sure she was still safe after he left her which made her grin.

Duncan sent her a dick pic. It was from an angle that she could see his glorious dick, but also his stomach and his glasses in the background. It was very artsy, but also very sexy.

Usually, she would have returned a sexy image to him, but even though she was half undressed she was not in the mood to do it. She was buzzed from the beer and wine, full from the spaghetti Kent had made and just felt like being alone.

She made a bath for herself with the gardenia bath liquid that matched the candle she had lit. Undressing slowly as she watched the tub fill with bubbles, she touched herself just a little bit. The tip of her clit. She was wet, and that was something to rejoice in even though she was not sure why she was wet.

What or who had made her wet.

Gen had barely gotten into the tub, was just covered by gardenia-scented bubbles when she saw the message from the dating app on her phone. It was Trace, the hot guy she had sent a blowing a kiss emoji to.

Hello lovely, have you got a moment? he texted, and she was moved by how polite he was.

Sure, she texted back, settling into the bath letting the bubbles tickle her nose. She loved them fragrant and covering her body.

What are you doing?

Holding the phone one-handed, she reached for her vibrator, which she would probably indulge in when she stopped texting,

Taking a bubble bath. I just got in.

Getting yourself nice and clean?

Yup, getting myself nice and clean…

Were you very dirty?

Filthy.

Filthy?

Mhmm.

Can you show me the bubbles?

Just the bubbles?

Yeah, I think it is sexier to see any more in person.

That is sexy, Gen grinned. She took a handful of suds, and took a picture of them being careful to barely even show her hand in the picture. I am all covered. What are you doing?

Well, I just came back from work, and I am drinking a scotch.

On the rocks?

Straight.

I like scotch.

I like you.

Tell me more, what do you do?

I am an architect.

Okay, Howard Roark!

All literary people say that to me! You look well-read.

Like a sexy librarian?

Haha, I can definitely see that. But I would not have said that. You just look like someone who reads a lot — something about your eyes.

Gen felt gently aroused. The candles about her made her hot and Trace’s words gave her goosebumps. He was being utterly sexy without saying anything too explicit.

Work on a Sunday?

I am a workaholic, which explains why I am on this app! But I would like to take some time out from work to meet you.

I think I would like that, but just to drag you from work.

Deal.

They made plans to meet up at the cafe where she had spent part of the evening with Kent because Trace lived close by as well and because she liked that place. Trace suggested it after all.

When she put her phone down, she slipped her hand under the water between her legs and could not tell if she was wet anymore. She felt that ache between her legs, that heaviness and pretty sure that if she was not underwater, she would still be wet.

Gen did not reach for her vibrator but continued to caress her labia gently and slipped her head under the water. The two extremes of sensation engulfed her and she came up for air panting because she had stayed under as long as she could.

She spread her legs and slipped her finger inside and wondered if mermaids felt like this as she closed her eyes and let the water consume her.

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